Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
X-102,
10cc,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.